The Lights (A Rocky Lynch Story)

Chapter 31

Rocky's POV

A week later Mary was feeling better, barely, but it was an improvement. She was pale and her blonde hair was limp and tangled, her broken arm hadn't healed right so they had to reset it. Her cast was now a hunter green. I looked down at the bandage on my arm. What had I given her blood, I barely know her. But I feel like I've known her my whole life. The police walk out of her room and give me a curt nod before walking away. I went into her room. Mary's back was too me and I could see her shoulders shaking. I walked a and faintly heard her crying.

"Hey what's wrong?" I said quietly setting my hand gently on her shoulder. She tensed and moved her good arm to wipe away the tears.

"Nothing." she turned back away from me. I sat on the edge of the bed. I turned her so she was looking at me. Her green eyes were swollen, red and puffy. Her pale cheeks where stained with tears.

"It's not nothing if your this upset." I said.

"Th-they found DNA. From my clothes. They kn-know who attacked me."

"Shouldn't you be happy? You'll be safe." I said my voice soft.

"Th- the thing is, is that it- it was, it was. . . "

 Mary burst out crying again.

"Hey, it's okay. If you don't want to tell my it's okay."

After a few minutes later she had calmed down.

"It- it was Riley. He was my friend and he tried to kill me. Why? That's all I want to know." she said. 

Wow, one of her friends tried to kill her. It reminded me of Rayne. What she did dosent bother me. It was in self defense. I miss her, yes. But she'd want me to move on and live my life and I'm going to honor that wish. She could be alive, or she could be. . . dead. I like to think that she survived and that she's found a new and better family to take her in and protect her.

"I'm sorry." was all I could think of to say.

"It's not your fault. So don't be sorry." her voice was a little harsh but I cut her some slack, considering what she's been thourgh.

I didn't know what else to say so I got up to leave. She turned, maybe a little to quickly because she winced in pain, and grabbed my arm lightly.

"Please stay. No one else will talk to me. All they do is look at me with pity and remorse. You don't."

I didn't know what was the right thing to say. I thought about it for a moment, why not.

"Sure."

We talked for the rest of the day, I learned a lot about her. Her birthday was in a few weeks, December 2nd. Her favorite colors where any shade of blue or green. She loved music but never really had time to learn any instruments expect piano. I told her if she knew piano learning other instruments would be easier. Like gutair and I promised her once she was better and her arm was healed I'd teach her how to play.

By seven, she told me I should probably go. We said are goodbyes and I went home.

Mary's POV

Once Rocky had left a nurse came in and said I was free to go tomorrow around 1, and that they had found Riley and had him in custody. i still couldn't believe it was him. I thought he was my friend. Having Rocky to talk to all day reminded me how much I missed talking to him, and how much I miss him.

NEXT DAY

I woke up around 10ish Rydel was here.

"Hey." she said. Her eyes were filled with pity. I hated it. I didn't need pity.

"Hi." I said back staring at the ceiling.

"I brought you clothes, I don't know if they'll fit. But they're better than wearing a hospital gown." she said. I got up grabbed the clothes with a 'thank you.' I headed into the shower. The warm water felt amazing on my sore, cold, acheing musles. When I was done I changed into Rydels clothes the top was a little big and the leggings were a little long so I had to roll them up once.

I brushed out my blonde hair and pulled it into a ponytail a few strands falling into my face. I lifted the shirt and saw the stab wound it wasn't healed completely and if I made any wrong moves the stiches would break. I put bandages over it and looked myself over. My face still held some bruises, my back and knees were brusied as well and I had to rewrap my sprained hand.

I walked out of the bathroom and back into my hospital room. Rydel  was sitting on the chair on the phone.

She finished up her conversation and turned to me.

"It's okay it we go meet Rocky and Riker for lunch?"

"Yeah, sounds nice. I'm starving."

We went up to the nurses station and I signed myself out and got my meds. I had to take five. Geez.

We met the boys at Starbucks. Rydel slide into the booth by Riker so i had no choice but to sit by Rocky. We got lunch and just sat and ate.

When we got home it was already 1 o'clock.

"Do you want to come over and hang out for a while?" Rydel asked.

"Sure."

The boys set up a game of Halo, which I of course won. Bless my snipering powers. We decided to play COD next and by the time we beat the game it was alreay 6.

"I should be going now." I said getting up.

"Why don't you stay. Ross and Ryland are over at a friends house and our parents won't be back till later." Rocky spoke up.

"Thanks, but I really should be going home. Thanks again for everything." I said putting on my boots and jacket on and leaving. Once I got home, I unlocked the door and went in. I still hadn't fixed my upstairs room so I slept on the couch again.

i woke up at nine o'clock thanks to the ringing of my phone.

I didn't reconize the number but I picked it up anyway.

"Hello. Is this Rayne? i need help, fast." the voice sounded scared.

"Yes, it is. What's wrong?"

"Someone took me. They kept talking about a girl named Rayne. I stole their phone and found your contact. I need help please." she really did sound frighetend.

"Where are you?" i asked.

"A warehouse. That's all I know please hurry."

The phone was cut off.

Not again.

I ran over to the Lynches house and looked in.

"Rocky! Rydel! Riker! Anybody?" i yelled.

Nothing.

I looked everywhere.

Nothing.

No sign of stuggled. No sign of anything.

I tried calling Ell and got no reply.

"Dammit."

They were with that girl. In that warehouse. The place where Rayne died and became Mary. i guess it was time to become Rayne again.

i went back over to my house and changed. i pulled on my boots and stuck a knife in it. Then another in the waist band of my jeans. I put my jacket on tucking my pistol into the back of my jeans.

This was war.

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-Riley